Unattainable
by YouSentMeFlying
Summary: He had realized by now that having a girlfriend was a complete waste of time; they would eventually break your heart, throw you out in the cold, and leave you hoping that someone would care enough to help you pick the pieces back up. THREE SHOT.
1. the first sighting

**You know, writer's block has been hitting me really hard these last six months. But, whatever. I still continue to write my heart out and start an Imogeli one shot while I have it. :) Please tell me your thoughts on the plot. **

The loud music from the tall speakers filled the crowded room. The distant sound of chatter echoed in Eli's head as he desperately tried to ignore everything around him; holding all of his attention on the half-filled glass of vodka that was sitting in front of him. His eyesight had already begun to blur terribly on his first glass. At times he had caught himself slurring a few of his words when he spoke and he had seen a few hallucinations.

It was very surprising how hard the alcohol was hitting him tonight.

The bar chair next to him shifted, causing his head to turn and face its direction. As he squinted through the thick clouds of gray, hazy smoke, his eyes locked on the side of another young girls face. She looked so familiar to Eli that it scared him; he knew he'd seen this girl somewhere but he could put his finger on it. A pair of black _Buddy Holly_ glasses sat on the bridge of her nose gently; messy flower buns were pulled up into pigtails at either side of her head. Her face glowed under the dimly lit bar as she pressed her lips together and cleared her throat quietly.

"I can feel your eyes burning through me," she spoke softly as she tapped the counter, instructing the bartender to fix her up a shot of scotch. Something about the tone in her voice made Eli's heart flutter in his chest. "What's your name?" she asked him. The bartender placed the shot down in front of her.

With quick movements, she held her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She could never drink a shot with just her hands; she found it easier not to be as _utterly_ _boring_ as everyone else and everything she did was in a swift, chaotic way. She wrapped her lips around the base of the small cup, creating a suction between her gums and soft lifts. Tilting her head back quickly, she closed her eyes and let the shot roll over her tongue before it guided its way down her throat. Eli watched as she did this. He wondered how a girl so small could take down a shot of scotch without having any sorts of reaction to it.

When she placed the shot back on the counter, Eli decided to answer her question. As he took a small sip of his drink, the girl rolled her eyes at his weakness. "I'm Eli. Eli Goldsworthy. And you are?"

"Well, _Eli Goldsworthy," _she drew his name out seductively and watched as Eli's chest grew with every breath he took. "I'd really love to know what a lightweight like you is doing in a place like this."

"What makes you think I'm a lightweight?"

She smirked before slipping off her jacket and straightening out her tight dress. Running her fingers over her breasts and then down her sides to press out the wrinkles made Eli's heart jump. "Never mind, sweetie. Now tell me, _Eli Goldsworthy_, how would you feel about walking me home when I'm finished here?" Eli just sat there, unmoving. His left hand was wrapped around his cold drink while his other was lying in his lap. His eyes had found themselves wondering down to the small girl's cleavage as she sat before him. As hard as he tried to rack his brain for an answer, he couldn't figure out where he'd seen this girl before; he definitely knew her from somewhere. "I'll tell you what," she said loudly to try to break him from looking down at her breasts. The loud tone in her voice didn't work but she knew he was still listening to her. Her voice was too _mesmerizing _to get distracted from. "If you walk me home, I'll let you know how you know me." she told him with half lidded eyes.

His eyes held hers now as he pinned his eyebrows together. His heart raced and he could feel himself start to become dizzy. He didn't know if it was from the drink or because of how incredibly creepy this girl was acting. "Only if you tell me your name,"

"I haven't decided yet if you get to know my name. It's way more fun teasing you, _Eli Goldsworthy._" She bit down on her lip after she said these words.

He smirked a bit, sliding his hand up the side of her right thigh. "Hasn't your mother ever told you not to talk to talk to strangers?"

She giggled lightly before flashing him a bright smile. Everything was going so fast that Eli had no idea what he was getting himself into. This girl was bad news and he knew it. But for some reason, he didn't want to hold himself back anymore. If he wanted to have a one night stand with a beautiful girl who was willing, he would do it. He had realized by now that having a girlfriend was a complete waste of time; they would eventually break your heart, throw you out in the cold, and leave you hoping that someone would care enough to help you pick the pieces back up. It's happened way too many times to Elijah and he would do _anything _to avoid it from happening again. "Talking gets boring after a while," leaning forward, she ran her fingers over his chest lightly. "I know you, _Eli Goldsworthy. _And I know that you would do anything to survive a broken heart. No matter how dangerous it may be." He was confused as to how this girl knew so much about him, but he wasn't going to object just yet. "I'll tell you now that I would _never _do to you. Let's face it," she laughed, her hand still placed on his chest. "You're hot! Any girl would be _lucky_ to have you; those girls who threw you to the curb are obviously too stupid to realize that."

Eli swallowed the lump in his throat; he was shaking. He didn't know if this was just a dream or reality, or why he would have such a strong attraction towards this girl. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "You still haven't told me your name."

"Imogen Moreno," she said proudly. "Pleased to meet you." She chirped as she rose from her seat. Where had he heard that name from? Eli frowned when she pulled away and began wrapping her heavy coat around herself. "So, what do you say? Are you walking me home or not?"

"No," he told her quickly with a devious smirk. "Why don't you come over to my house for a bit? We could have ourselves some fun…"

The girl smiled at him and took his hand in hers. Eli thought she would have reacted like most girls would, thinking he was jumping into things and just assuming she was some whore that would give in to any random guy she talked to for a good five minutes. To be honest, he didn't expect her to want to go off with him. He would have thought she would have more self-respect for herself; but it's not like he was going to argue. Whatever she did with her life was her problem, not his.

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><p>As the two of them continued to walk down the sidewalk on the way to Eli's house, Imogen had somehow wrapped her arm around his waist without either of them noticing. "So…is this going to be, like, a regular activity?" he asked her shyly. He wasn't sure how things like this worked since he's never tried to get in girls' pants the second that he met her. "Or is it just a one night thing?"<p>

She laughed loudly, gripping Eli's side tightly. "Not exactly how I had it planned." She smiled. "We have sex, we makeout…" she began to explain to him. "We act like we're a couple but there aren't any feelings between us. You don't fall in love with me; I don't fall in love with you." He looked a little lost as he tried to comprehend what she was saying to him. This would work out a lot better for him to understand what she was saying if he wasn't a little buzzed right now. "Think of it as friends with benefits but more."

He smiled faintly down at her, his heart beating uncontrollably fast. "When are you going to tell me when we've met? I mean, I think I should know, considering…"

She hesitated as they turned into Eli's driveway with both of their arms wrapped around each other's waist. Bullfrog's car was parked in front of the house so she was a little nervous about doing things to her son knowing that his father was home. But then again, she realized how cool Bullfrog was about letting Eli's ex into his room. "I'll tell you after, okay? You have my word."

"Alright," he mumbled while reaching for the doorknob with a shaky hand.

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><p>The dark room was dimly lit by a lamp sitting on the dresser on the other side of the room. The room was hot, steamy. The only sound in the small area was a mixture of heavy breaths and quiet moans escaping either of their tight chests.<p>

Imogen moaned softly when Eli's lips slammed down on hers, his hand cradling her left breast tightly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They were both stripped down to their underwear; their shredded clothes lay at the foot of the bed while the two of them got more comfortable with each of their bodies. Imogen thrust her hips up into Eli's, their lips never parting when Eli reached back to unhook her black, lacy bra of which the cup size was just a little too small for her breasts. He tossed it to the floor with the rest of the unwanted clothing; a shiver shot up Imogen's spine when she felt Eli's cold hand come in contact with her braless breast. She gasped into the kiss, giving Eli the chance to slam his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

She thrust up into him again, her back arching into Eli's touch as she squealed under her breath.

The only thing that mattered at this point was each other's and their own actions.

They both knew they would someday regret what they were doing. Imogen had only helped out a little amount of guys get over their exes in her lifetime. Ever since her mom became violent with her and Imogen's _stepsister_, she decided sex was her only option to get away from all the drama at home. It's ridiculous to hear about a 13 year old going off, having sex, and running away from home because of how violent her mother would get towards her.

Eli traced his lips down to her neck, biting down on the pale flesh which was damp from the sweat accumulating off both of their body heat.

Imogen moaned loudly when Eli thrust his aching member down onto her damp center, causing Eli to throw a hand up to cover her mouth incase his parents were to hear her. After everything that he's been through this last year, he didn't need them thinking anything worse of him. And fucking a girl the first night they actually met would be one of the lowest things they'd expect of him.

"I want you," she begged quietly, her voice muffled by his large hand that was covering her mouth.

The heavy breaths she was heaving made Eli lose it. He's never met a girl so willing before and he was going to take this opportunity seriously. He and Julia had only "been together" a few times over the long period that they dated. As for Clare? Well, they've never shredded any type of clothing during their makeout sessions so that would explain the blister that had begun to form a month ago.

Eli tore his hand from her mouth, trailing his long fingers down Imogen's curvy sides; goose bumps rose to the surface when he touched her ever so gently. He wasted absolutely no time when wrapping his fingers around the elastic of the black, lacy panties that she wore to match her bra. He slid them down to her ankles, kissing her hard on the lips before attacking her neck again.

There was the sound of some ruffling coming from the hallway but Eli assumed it was Bullfrog coming up to use the bathroom for the millionth time. There were two bathrooms in this house; the one next to Eli's room and the one downstairs and he always had to use the one upstairs.

He drowned out every other sound around him and continued to sink his teeth into the side of Imogen's neck, his fingers making their way down to part her legs and feel around for where she so badly wanted to be touched.

"Eli, are you still awake? I thought I would – oh my god!" CeCe exclaimed from the doorway. Quickly, Eli gathered up the heavy blanket to help cover up Imogen's completely naked body. "Both of you get dressed and meet me downstairs. _Now_." she left the room as quickly as possible, being sure she didn't see anything that she didn't want to see. It's a damn good thing that Eli's half-dressed body was hovering over Imogen who wasn't dressed at all or CeCe would have been scarred for life.

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><p>Imogen and Eli sat side by side on the living room couch with a large space between them. CeCe sat across from him with her legs crossed and her head resting in her hand which was propped up on the arm of the chair.<p>

CeCe never would have thought of walking in on her son and some girl she'd never met before getting "physical" in the bedroom. That really made her think twice about letting him have the lock to his room back. "Eli, you have one rule to follow in this house. Do you know what that rule is?"

He looked over at Imogen. Her flower buns were half fallen down and her pink lipstick was smeared a bit around her lips. There was no doubt here that he had messed up big time tonight. "Uh…no girls alone in my room after two?"

"And what time is it?"

"Three in the morning, ma'am." Imogen chimed in, forcing Eli to grind his teeth together angrily. Why couldn't she just stay out of this? The more he thought about it, he realized how much of a bad idea having a toy like Imogen was. It was their first night together and they could hardly do anything without someone walking in on the two of them; _that_ should tell him that Imogen _wasn't good company to keep._ But as much as he knew he shouldn't be messing around with her; as how dangerous as he knew it could get, he didn't want to stop. It must be true when they say addiction finds everyone.

With a huff, CeCe stood up from the chair that she was uncomfortably sitting in and continued to tell Eli how she would talk to him about the situation in the morning. It was already way past her time of sleep and she didn't feel like dealing with anymore teenage drama at the time.

And, of course, because of tonight's events, she wasn't allowing Imogen to even talk to Eli anymore tonight while she was asleep. "I think it's time for you to go home now," she told Imogen who was looking down at the hardwood flooring.

"Yeah…home," she mumbled under her breath. Thankfully neither Eli nor CeCe heard what she said so she just stood up from the couch swiftly and asked Eli to show her the way out. Since he wanted to know so badly who she was, she might as well tell him now before things get too serious and it gets really uncomfortable. And since they were both "starting" this "game" tonight, it would be best to get it out as soon as possible.

As they slowly approached the door, Imogen looked back to make sure CeCe hadn't been watching them. She was no longer in enough distance for Imogen to seek her out which was a good thing. "Okay," she sighed heavily. She tried her hardest to keep eye contact between them but it was beginning to grow a little uncomfortable already. "Is it hot in here?" she laughed awkwardly while fanning her face with her right hand. The loose hands that were sticking to her damp face blew back and she let a surprisingly steady breath escape her lips. Dropping her hand to her side, she shook her head. There was no easy way for her to tell him this without him freaking out about it, but she was going to try her hardest to keep him calm. "I'm not sure how I'm going to say this…it might be a _shock_ for you."

"I can handle it." he laughed lightly. "Come on, what's wrong?"

"I guess I'll just say it. Here is goes," she breathed. Without any hesitation she continued, muttering the words "I'm um…I'm _Julia's stepsister._"

**Was it good? Was it bad? Did you realize who Imogen was by the hints that were being dropped? Should I continue with the next two chapters or should I end it? Leave a review with your thoughts. :)**


	2. and i must scream

**I'm back with chapter two! Thank you for all of your reviews on here and comments on twitter. They have all been acknowledged and I came back with a second chapter. :) **

Eli froze as he stared down confusingly at the small girl in front of him. He already knew that she had to of been joking around since there's no way that could be even _remotely possible._ Eli and Julia knew each other since they were both fourteen and by that age, her dad had already been remarried to some crazy woman who would always yell at Julia. With Imogen being Julia's stepsister, he should have met this girl quite a few times when they were still together.

He didn't know if he should be pissed off that she would even try to make a joke about his first true love that he still wasn't completely over, or if he should feel uncomfortable about the fact that she knew a single thing about Julia. She had told him earlier that she's been at Degrassi for a few years now; only a few people at Degrassi knew Julia existed. So unless Clare or Adam had told her about her, which he doubted they would say anything, there was no possible way of her knowing Julia was his ex-girlfriend. Unless she was stalking him, which may have been the case right now.

He was unsure of what to even say to her. His heart ached and to be honest, he really just wanted to go to sleep and hope he never woke up. His life seemed to have been getting worse and worse the longer that he went on living it. Shaking his head, he looked away from Imogen who was scared as hell.

Imogen and her stepsister had always been really close since the day they first met. Even though she ran away from home at a young age, Imogen had always kept in touch with Julia. When she ran away, though; her stepdad had known where she was staying and going to school. But about a month after Julia wouldn't answer her phone or reply to her e-mails, she began to grow worried so she showed up at her old home to find a depressed pair of spouses who had to tell her the news.

Imogen was so pissed off at her stepdad for not letting her know anything that had happened over that past month.

She lived with them for a while after that day when they had told her everything about what happened to her sister; it wasn't until her stepmom had begun hitting her again that she decided to leave for the second time and join a group home and continued going to school.

A year after Imogen ran away, Julia had found a new boyfriend who went by the name of Elijah James Goldsworthy; age 14, dark hair, hypnotizing jaded eyes. Julia was so much in love with Eli that he was all she would ever talk about when the two sisters would get the chance to talk.

So, when Imogen was in the principal's office one day, she caught glimpse of Eli's file which was lying open on the desk. She remembered his full name from when Julia would constantly talk about him; when Simpson left her alone in his office for a brief moment, she took the opportunity to go over his file. It was about two weeks into the new school year and he had been a new student at Degrassi that year. She found out all his classes and started following him around and outside of school without him knowing about it. It's not that she meant to stalk him or have him feel uncomfortable in any way. It would be hard for anyone to understand the truth if she were to tell anyone. Eli meant the world to Julia. She would literally _die _for him; she would do anything for his love…looks like that turned out well. You're pretty damn smart if you can figure out the rest.

Eli glared down at her, his cheeks growing red as he clenched his teeth together painfully. He was so pissed off at the girl for bringing up the love of his life that he couldn't even remember how to speak. There was so much he wanted and had to say to her about this but the words couldn't escape his lips.

"E-Eli, are you alright?" she stuttered, her breath catching in her chest as her heart raced and her hands shook uncontrollably.

"Why would you lie to me?" he spat. There was so much hurt in his voice. It was laced with venom and hatred; Imogen was scared as hell, expecting what was coming next for her. All she could picture was her mom when she was upset; holding her down against the floor and throwing punches aggressively anywhere her hands would reach. "What the fuck is your problem, Imogen?" he screamed, his voice echoing throughout the house. When his fist came in contact with the front door that Imogen was backed against, she jumped – right about now she was wondering where the hell CeCe had went off to. "Are you really that crazy?" she closed her eyes and tried to look away from his face. She was shaking harder than ever now; her past and memories coming back to haunt her. She couldn't stop thinking of her mother abusing her as a kid and it hurt her so bad to think about it, even more so right now. And when her mom wasn't hitting her, she would go after her stepdaughter; Julia. Imogen would always hide under the dinner table, watching as she abused Julia violently, hoping that her cries wouldn't give away her hiding spot.

Eli grabbed her chin with his left hand and jerked her head to the side so she could look at him now. Eli had never acting this way in his life and he didn't know what had gotten into him. He would never imagine abusing a girl or even yelling at her like he was with Imogen; something within him snapped and he lost it. It was like he had no control over what he was saying or doing to this girl to make her so afraid of him. "Why are you trying to hurt me like this you fucking_ bitch_?"

"Don't call me that." She growled.

His hands were placed firmly on her shoulders now; his eyes locking deeply into hers as she tried to catch her breath. Nothing could describe the amount of excruciating, emotional pain that Imogen was now facing after what he had just said to her. Tears fell from her bloodshot eyes and streamed down her burning red face when she shook Eli's hold off of her, desperate to get away from him and back to where she felt like she somewhat belonged. Maybe she could face him at school tomorrow but she couldn't deal with his obscurity tonight. Especially after what he had said to her which made her heart break in two. She now realized that trusting him was a really bad idea and she shouldn't have approached him when she did.

She honestly didn't know why his yelling was making her so upset. The main reason was probably because she knew she had hurt him by bringing up Julia. And she hated seeing Eli this way – if only he could see that the only reason why she said anything about her sister was because she didn't want him to be even more hurt later. But let's face it, a wide variety of "fuck buddies" ended up starting a relationship together. After months of hooking up with the same person, it's only natural to develop some type of feelings for each other. She wasn't ashamed to admit that it's happened to her once before when she was fourteen which was approximately two and a half years ago.

Eli was trying to calm himself down, taking deep breaths while he stared down at Imogen and noticed the frightened expression on her face. He could tell that she was uncomfortably waiting for more of what he had to say about her to put her down and feel bad about her. "What's happening to me?" he whispered to himself, backing away from Imogen who sighed in relief.

She tried to hold back anymore tears that were trying to escape from her tear ducts as she looked away from him. "It's okay. You didn't mean it." she flung the front door open as she kept herself from blowing up in his face. "I'll talk to you tomorrow when you're calmed down." By now, she was already half way out the door while Eli watched down at her, motionless. He had no idea what he was going to say to her now; everything that came to mind was rude and disrespectful so he tried to keep them to himself. "But, Eli," she looked up at him, her vision blurred. The cold fresh air blowing in from outside made Imogen shiver, goosebumps rising to the service of her smooth arms. The look on Eli's face was indescribable. The colours in his cheeks had disappeared completely, replaced with a sickly pale look. His lips were dry and cracked, totally unappealing to Imogen right now. The worst were his eyes – she could see them darken by the second, anger washing over him entirely; all-in-all, his looks were pained, he was hurt. "I sure have lied about a lot of things in my lifetime. But I would never do it to intentionally hurt someone." She sighed. "I know it hurts to think about her – talk about her. But sometimes it's better not to hold those feelings in." she paused when Eli shifted closer to her. His eyes were full of sorrow now, almost impossible for Imogen to look straight into without her wanting to burst into tears again.

She kept her eyes focused on the carpet beneath their feet, anything to avoid looking into his eyes. "I'll see you later," she said. And then she was gone.

She had slipped out the door and sprinted down the driveway before Eli could say anything else to her. He defiantly felt like total shit for talking to Imogen like that. There was no doubting that how she explained to him before she left, he actually knew she was telling him the truth now.

He hadn't heard someone talk to him in such a powerful tone in such a long time until she just had tonight.

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><p>Imogen stormed down the street, her arms folded across her chest tightly as she walked quickly against the wind.<p>

The night air was brisk, yet it was the warmest the weather had been lately. The scent of damp leaves and fresh mud ticked at her nostrils; the morning dew had already begun settling on the ground. The night was silent, the brief sound of birds chirping rung in her ears when she desperately tried to ignore the irritating sound surrounding her.

The beat of her heart started to flood her ears, the loud pounding growing louder and louder as her eardrums grew hot. Her breathing hitched and her footsteps began to quicken once she realized someone had been following her along the road.

Ever since about a mile from Eli's house, she could hear the distant sound of footsteps hitting the blacktop that weren't hers. At first, she thought she may have just been hearing things; but when she noticed that the noise had been following her a few more streets down, she started to panic.

As she started running down the abandoned street, she wrapped her coat around her shaking body tightly. Her pigtails bounced on top of her head as they slowly started slipping more out of their place.

The footsteps behind her began to pick up its pace and grow louder, sounding almost faster than hers were. If she wasn't wearing five inch pumps, she would be able to run a lot faster than this and possibly get away from whoever had been following her all this way. Taking off her shoes might just slow her down even more so she didn't even want to chance it.

Before she could even take one more step, she felt someone's arm wrap around her waist and throw a hand up to cover her mouth to suppress any noises that may come from her. But she kicked, elbowed, and screamed to try to get away from the tall man that was holding her back. "Get off of me!" her loud yet muffled voice screamed as she continued to struggle to get out of his tight hold on her.

She's never been more terrified in her life. She's seen on TV a million times about girls being raped, tortured, and killed every night and she didn't want to end up like one of those.

Imogen had always prayed to God that it would never happen to her. Aside from everyone finding out about her biggest, darkest secret, being touched when she didn't want it was her hugest fear. She had always had nightmares about being raped by large guys who she never got a glimpse of their face and she was always frightened to death that it would happen to her someday. Tonight she was experiencing her biggest fear as it unfolded by the second.

Tears streamed down her face once the man forcefully shoved her to the ground and placed himself down on top of her already weak body. There was no use in screaming, or even fighting for that matter. The man was three times stronger than she was and by now she knew that she couldn't win this. Her glasses were ripped from her face when the man began to place kisses on the corners of her mouth. It was too dark out for her to make out any details in his face but she knew that she had never met him before. His breath reeked strongly of alcohol and stale tobacco; indicating that he had clearly been partying all night and was probably on his way home when he spotted Imogen walking alone.

"Please," she begged. "I'll give you anything. Just don't do this." she managed to get out a full sentence between her sobs. Once the man began groping and squeezing her breasts, she felt queasy and lightheaded – it was almost impossible to process her words at all.

The man rolled her dress up to expose her thighs before shoving his throbbing member down onto her. He still had his jeans on but he had managed to unzip them, wasting no time to screw up this girl's entire life. He hadn't once thought that what he was doing would ruin everything that was important to Imogen.

She struggled beneath him when she saw that he was beginning to tear his jeans down but she still couldn't get out from under him; he was way too strong for a tiny girl like her to handle. "Get off!" she screamed. Her voice almost sounded demonic – it sounded as if it belonged to someone else. "Stop it!" another scream ripped through her chest. "Help me! _Help!_" she found the palm of his hand being slammed back down over her mouth again and she continued to kick her legs to get free from him.

But before she could felt away, she felt something large being forcefully shoved up into her lower area; a sharp pain shot up through her lower half and she felt herself yelping out in excruciating pain.

Nothing she'd ever experienced had been half as painful as this was and she just wanted it to be over. The man removed his hand from her mouth, only to place it down onto her thigh, pulling her up into him several times to meet his thrusts.

With each thrust he gave her, she found herself crying out in pain. She didn't like not being in control of anything so she hated herself for letting this man do this to her.

_Imogen felt as if it were all her fault._

Tears stained her bright red cheeks as she yelled out for help once more. But her body began growing weaker and weaker until she slowly felt herself starting to go under.

**Please read and review and let me know what you thought about this chapter. I'm not sure if I should end this at chapter three or continue on and make it a ten shot…let me know what you think and I'll take all of your comments about this into consideration. But be prepared for chapter three to be long as hell. And when I say "long", I mean LONG. ;) **


	3. author's note

**I'm sorry to say that this is only an author's note. :( **

**I was half-way through the third chapter when I started a new fanfiction which has been taking up all of my writing time. I highly doubt that I'll finish this one soon, but at least you can look forward to a one shot including Bianca going lesbian, and another one shot involving something on a trampoline. :) Oh, and of course a new story that has to do with...well, you can't know that yet. (a little hint, Eli likes to get very violent.)**

**See you in a week or two for a new one shot update. :)**

**And for the lovely anon reviewer, it's called writer's block. :) every writer gets it, therefore they need to work on a new project to get rid of it. I suppose every writer who has worked on more than one story at once is undecided? That's a useful piece of information; thank you.**


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